Aleksandar, Fane

[Fane Valeri Aleksandar]

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weapons. Fane likes to use any type of blade, long or short and can use one or two at once. His favorite sword is one that he salvaged from his home after the death of his parents. The hilt of the sword is fairly ornate with black and silver bands and the guard is steel molded into an elaborate design. The base of the hilt has a dark blue sapphire embedded in it. The blade itself has carefully, hand carved designs etched into it. He has other swords, but none nearly as fancy as his family’s. Other than swords and daggers, Fane is also extremely proficient at throwing knives and he has a set of them. They are small, double-edged daggers made completely of metal with some etching in the grip.

With barely a whisper, the lock slid out of place. A triumphant smirk slid across the young man’s face and with a glance around him to be sure that he was alone, he slipped silently inside. The northern end of the Old Town on the edge of the market was quiet at this time of the day; everyone in this part of town was too busy working. Being so close to the market, he knew he would find a few valuables. It was never much—small pieces of jewelry, maybe a few coins—but it was enough to make it worthwhile to slip in and out of the home. Over the years, he’d gotten so good at locating what he wanted from someone’s home, he spent barely any time finding and taking what he wanted. All he found in his victim’s home was an emerald on a simple gold chain. He dropped the necklace into a pocket and slipped out of the house as easily as he’d entered, slipping the lock back into place with expert skill.

Walking through the streets as though he belonged there and hadn’t just stolen something, Fane made his way toward the cathedral. Four years in the city and the cathedral remained a rallying point for him and his three comrades, no matter what sinful deed they engaged in before going there. Fane always thought that it was Costel’s way of reconciling with God. Today, though, he was only meeting with Andrei.

Fane spotted Andrei sitting in the last pew almost as soon as he stepped into the cavernous cathedral. In the middle of the day like this, there were few people inside the chapel with the exception of the staff. He lightly bumped the back of his brother’s head when he was close enough, making the blonde haired man look up with an amused glint in his eye. Though he loved all of his adopted brothers, Andrei was easily Fane’s favorite.

“Bunã ziua, frate,” Fane said as he eased around the end of the pew and sat beside Andrei.

“Salut, Fane. How did it go today?”

His gaze eased around the cathedral’s interior, taking in the colored lighting from the stained glass, supplemented only by a few lit candles. “Well enough. I cannot complain when it was uneventful.”

Andrei nodded, but there was a knowing smile on his face. “You were bored, were you not?”

He chuckled at his brother’s perceptiveness. “Of course I was.” The two men stopped talking while someone walked by. “What did you wish to tell me?”

“Come with me.”

Fane stood and followed Andrei outside to a vacant corner of the cathedral grounds. His brother pointed toward the palace, guiding Fane’s gaze to its upper levels. People were rushing around frantically and all the young man saw was a panicked frenzy. Shouts rose from the grounds, though the people there were hidden behind the stone wall separating the commoners from the nobility.

In the same low voice he used inside the cathedral, Andrei clasped Fane’s shoulder and murmured his commentary. “There is only one thing that would cause such chaos. I would bet anything that royalty will be coming to the city.”

The thrill that Fane had been missing from his day to day life was rushing back to him in the moment. In all that chaos, who would notice a single person out of place? All he would have to do is climb the wall and slip into the madness. Who would know? Just the very thought of that opportunity had his heart beating just a little faster with adrenaline. With a deep breath, he reigned in that energy. He had long since recognized and understood the dangers of attempting to steal from the palace. As exciting as the idea was, it wasn’t one that he would be acting upon anytime soon.

“Fane.”

He pulled his attention away from the building and followed Andrei’s gaze to the palace gates where a horse-drawn carriage surrounded by guards entered. The carriage horses and mounts were all sleek and matched. Each piece of tack on the horses and adornment on the carriage glistened in the sunlight. Everything about the parade was flawless. It disappeared behind the wall and he knew that his brother was right. Royalty was in the city.

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